To the creatures called the minerals, shining clear and glowing bright,

I gather Cosmic Energies to weave into this night -

To the creatures called the plant forms, growing green into the dance,

I gather for the learning, none more to the point- advance -

Gentle be and beautiful see,

In Hollows, Hills and Flowers,

In Stones and Springs and Lakes and Rain,

We will discover Powers....

Long mankind assigned to Gnome dark treasure hording plight,

Plundered Earth to seize it all to own and keep with might,

Long mankind has split them both, the kin of light and life,

Forsook fair ways of kindness for a secret trove of strife.

With sorcery and skill of Wizard,

A Convocation gathers -

In mystery and wonder thee,

Heart wisdom all that matters.

Gnome's message for the telling, twilight time is here,

The Universe sends Blessing, Vibrations, Energy, Sheer...

The Wisdom of the Universe through gift of Second Sight,

The treasure of Earth's crystals, to amplify your hearing, right.

Beneath the Sun and Moon and Stars,

Beyond the woods and mountains climbing -

Within the circles of the Earth,

A Mystic power is rising -

From moonbeams woven magics, and starlight of the skies,

electro-magnetic-missives, consecrated, wise,

From allies of your Ancient times the message here implies,

The treasures that you'r seeking are right before your eyes.

Sacred springs sing a song,

And travelling clouds do bring it,

Across the speckled gateway,

The pathway to within It.

A caution here to Earth-dwellers from dreamers of the Moon,

To the diggers of the deepness for resources reckless tune,

To the farmers of each other for some imaginary boon...

A reminder of the Harmony, lest end come all to soon.

I sorcerize the land and stones,

and lifekind all about -

With pece and joy, eternity -

With never any doubt.

To the Tree-eaters, Bee-beaters and genetically contrived,

Oil seekers, Earth reapers and otherwise deprived,

To the Old faith and the New faith that seekers have applied,

Portals of perception are here for you, Arrived.

By the blessing of both far tides,

And the nearness of the Now -

Set aside all such missguides,

Let the light shine from your brow -

Such were the words of the Wizard Gnome,

The mysterious truth - a stepping stone.

To enter into their magickal places.

Look beyond sight to your inner spaces -

Deep Peace of Wave and Earth and Air,

Your Blessing found is everywhere -

A Guide for The Perplexed

The Wizard Gnome here sets forth both a guide for people to access the higher frequencies, to open to an awareness of the other realms coexisting with us on the Earth, along with a timely caution against the consequences of an unrestrained and predatory commercial materialism for the individual spirit concerned and Earths Ecosphere as a whole.

Of particular relevance to any modern perceiver of Gnome wisdom, the caution of the Gnome's narration is about neglecting care and kindness to the Earth at our own peril, of energy imbalances and overloading of magnetic fields causing ill health to the Earth and its ecosphere, which in turn closes down our portals of perception and understanding, further reducing our capability to change. Such factors as the desecration of the unique biological diversity of Earth species, as is the case for many Trees, Bees and Butterflies for example, both a crucial signifier of how far mankind has strayed from a cooperative concord with our Earth-Nature, the source of our physical selves and has further consequences such as the eventual collapse of the life sustaining systems which relied on these co-residents to oxygenate, pollinate and in countless other ways generate the world as we know it. Should some among human kind hope to follow them, the pathways to the higher realms are not paved with asphalt and ashes like some modern Mordoor of doom, nor sold by the meter, liter or beaker only to those who can afford, but are to be found within the organic-spiritual harmony of lifekind freely shared, the communal birth right of all who dwell upon the Earth. The pathways to the higher realms are congruent upon and found within the synergistic symphony of Cosmic energy as united in one great song of celebration, which is the vibration of life and delight. The call itself is simple, seek within - find your spiritual center and look forth from this vantage point with new eyes already equipt to see the blessings that Universe and Eternity have bathed us in, become the change and once you have understood it - share the message.

About The Gnome;A Gnome is an Elemental being or spirit of energy and as such they are commonly invisible to the average person, only those that utilize second sight can see them clearly, thus they symbolize the magical realms they inhabit of the world outside the boundaries of human consciousness; although they cherish the Earth, they are already beyond the threshold of the physical. Many believe the various forms of the Elementals come from a different realm, traveling between our realm and theirs at their leisure through energy portals where there is an overlaping of realms (possibly located at ley line junctions or electro magnetic focus points such as ancient stone circles) and were once more prevalent upon the physical Earth, thus the origins of myth and legends. Accordingly, Quantum Physics theories now propose that there are an infinity of parallel universes much like our own and the conjecture is that in some of these universes creatures who are merely fable and mythology here, still exist there. The name 'Gnome' itself comes from the Latin word 'gnoma' which means 'Knowledge' as in 'gnomic poetry' which is comprised of aphoristic verses that contain short, memorable statements of traditional wisdom and morality. Some say that this name was given to them by the medieval scholar Paracelsus who deduced of their existence in his alchemical and metaphysical extrapolations.

Known as guardians of treasure hidden deep within the Earth, Gnomes are guardians not only of the Earth and Earth minerals such as crystals, but also of the plant forms, specifically they tend to the roots of the plants. Plant forms receive direct transmissions of ethereal energy from the Cosmos and through their roots they feed these powers into the Earth where Gnomes collect them as spiritual information to store in crystals for further distribution to heal Energy field imbalances and so help Earth-kind to develop along the higher evolutionary pathways. Thus the Gnomes are actually the bearers of the ideas of the universe and the crystals with which they are associated are merely amplifiers to aid others such as human beings to receive these ideas and energies.Such Cosmic energy or knowledge is subtle, powerful and direct, when Gnomes receive this information they obtain immediate understanding and wisdom. Having gathered countless numbers of such energy transmissions over the millenia, Gnomes are therefore very compassionate creatures and may aid simpler creatures, including human beings, if they are kind of heart, honest in manner and considerate of nature. If you have been aided by a Gnome you will probably receive a crystal or gemstone, although because Gnomes exist outside of our usual perceptive parameters, the gift will likely be expressed through a human friend. Alternately they may arrange for you to find the crystal by serendipitous means.

Some whispered legends claim that the predecessors of the Earth-Gnomes are the Moon-Gnomes, who in times beyond measure gathered together their Moon-dream-experiences and fashioned the Earth from them, but whether this is meant allegorically or upon a different level of reality, I cannot be sure. Gnomes are however nocturnal beings and sensitive to the influences of the moon.

If you wish to invoke a Gnome or seek its aid, you might go to an ancient wooded area where the energies have had decades to gather - naturally a full moon on a clear night is best for such procedures, and meditationally call to it as the Elemental guardian of the ages. Without prejudice or partisan particularities then present the cause which brought you thither and then wait with patience and an opened heart until the time of telling has peacefully passed. Do not expect any immediate or sudden materialization of your answer however, as the solution needed or new path to follow may take some time for a willing Gnome to arrange within the confines of our Earth bound existence.Enter The Portals of Perception, See The Truth And Blessed Be ~

Thursday, 17 May 2012

Pok the Bard introduces himself , enchanter and poet of the fae, he portrays the beauties of this magic land and all the beings herein, explaining how he has protected this wonder for us, bids us enter in. Dancing his words past riddles clothed in myth and mystery, Pok evokes and invocates in us new senses, empowering us with love to break the bonds that beset the beauty of this realm, to mend an earth and set sacred spirit to reign....

Summon SorcerersFrom Ancient depths of myth An incarnate joyWhere combined troubadours Run circus ringsWhere ripples run from dropAnd I appearDealing chessboardsMET Where stretch the squaresThe black the whiteJourney of vivid logicTo teach of life’s causeAnd the opposition of fatesBegin Oh TournamentIt's A Game...

Thus it was at Goatstone RoundsPok first proclaimed these feiry soundsHis love of HerHis loth of warTrue he hopes you will do him proudTo speak out loudDeclare beneath any treeYour lovesFor they are worthwhileActs live and acts inspireAnd as story fires are rising higherMake a fun that once begunWill spread like wild about this landBreathe a world that joyous singsIn market place where prophetsBring their offeringsAnd ours for youFor is there any we can loose?

Speak We GnomesSat, each our pipe in handOn diceCalling you to our ring of eyesThe twirl of minds wrist is our workThe slip of tricks that soar us from the mundaneIn circles dream emergingOur construction from talksome shiftstick spinsMaker, that portrays lavish dreamsAnd founds them hereSo as we sitWe throw our glory into lifeDreams that stir from these depths alightBringing their fantastic visionsSo hopscotch we between black and whiteAs dazzled we be in door's open light

It is I Pok who speakWho fell from BokTo screamAt firstThen tell talesWho calls earth SheAnd nestles ‘neath the old oak tree

So now we stand at place entranceWhere Pokke sometimes does he danceShows y through his sparrow's eyeHis intimate bowerIt's walls and towersMurals, flowersBalustrades, a rose and eldern crossesBracken, briar and moistly mossesCourts within a garden gladeI'll show you round, it is okI have kept safe an ancient landDraw now near and understandThat I will let you in my gateBetween two hills the worlds relateHear the cittern's magic droneFeel the pull, moon's magic moan.Feeling tears of diamond rainFalling on our brows again

Now

Open door you star clad guideLet us the magic dragon ride

Those two hillsThe Goatstone RoundsAre places where we make our soundsAre bowers, you should understandWere worms of earth do song the land

And for PokTrue, no swordBut Elfin silver gauntlet drewAnd down it threw.Here is faith a riddle roundA pooka place a peace palaceWhere worlds of words entreatA dodman rootIn glades of games of life we meetThese will echo down the wastesTo true KingdomsEarth-heart's prize of timely wealthAnd each a ley through stones old throatThis ancient land in stars so cloakedIs blessed with poklamations croakA trumpet for a new dawn’s hope

It is the Buddha’s willAnd we sit with himWithin circles concentricThe five point starAnd lotos fallHow star wonderedPatternsOn Taleteller’s browSacred diamonds or Egyptian curlsTake us thereRemind usSomehowThis is how we do it

And you have been led by tragedies first pranksterCome to where Pokke old crow now bowsHis body pulsing with other lightsThrough his eye sparrowhawk spiesWho undefined and of no fleshes but voice onlyHas described a glorious arkWhich, it is agreed, it is assuredWill sail you through new sensesTo see truths in strange verseThat will remain when spell is brokenMend an earth when words are spoken

Who does work now crisis comeWith gourd and voice and beaten drum?With Deva, Sylph and Dragon KingFlaming Centaurs and wild dancersWeave and wieldA cloth where is noneWeave and wieldTake to the fieldWith love magicsTo break a sterner enchantment.

To play Musics in this Sacred PlaceAnd

Put an End

To War's Disgrace.

c. Pok The Bard 2012.

Excerpts from the Pook of Pok, written, narrated and music by Pok The Bard

Explanation Of The Verse;

Pok tells us what its all about and sets off revolutions of love beneath all and every tree of his domain, setting off story fires and fun that spreads like wild, that are offered about the world we live in.
It flows out like waves and tendrils spreading out from the source.
Its the circus people jugglers and clowns, minstrels and acrobats
busking the streets, reaching people.

Pok dances in the Goatstones and they travel though dimensions. The Gnomes come by one by one to form a ring (of eyes) entering into that location from their realm somewhere else.

A council of Gnomes whom, we must assume, are sage and up to the moment on current affairs. The dice they sit on are big, at least 6 feet on their side, six sided dice with dots for numbers. Their talksome shift stick is based on the talking stick from rainbow circles, where the stick is passed round and the holder of it speaks their mind. Here it is sort of a spinning of creativity, born from the gnomes 'construction' in our real world, the place we are gathered, the Sacred space. These lavish dreams are being brought into the real world. Dreams alight, they take off, it seems into more visions. But what else can this be in a poem?
And what are our visions? what do we envision?

As we follow this vision, Pok plays hopscotch down the squares directly towards the open door of light, and others follow.. The doors are but a third open and letting in a lot of light. Pok dances up first and closes the door so that only a chink of light comes through.
We have arrived at an important location.
This is the 'place entrance' the threshold to the Citadel.

((This is a missing detail here, where Pok is reticent at first to let his guests into the Pook. On the threshold he lectures his listeners on their shortcomings (he is a spacegoat of course, not human, or only a third human) Pok holds the door to his eager curious guests, making them have to wait while he tells the story of his birth.))

The Creation of Pok.
Bok is a vast spirit, a daemon beyond speech. He oozzes with energy and the first drop falls from him causing ripples in the nothingness, Causes the first vibration which was the voice of Bok via his more streamlined off-spurt, Pok. This terrible exposure causes the screams of Pok, But he reconditions himself to refine these raw feelings into somethin more accessable...into tales. Pok makes it clear that he is aligned to the Goddess And that he is somewhat of a hedger and we are soon to be taken into the heart of the Pook.

The listeners are still waiting at the doors. At first Pok only permits a glimpse 'Shows y through his sparrows eye' he is lookin through an 'eye' made by making the shape of one between your thumb and first finger and peekin through it. 'Draw now near and understand' ...he still hasn't let them in!! Now a funny thing happens, the door gets called a gate, then it becomes 2 hills. These are regular smooth roundball hills, not two high, with a cleft between them. Not exactly like a generous pair of breasts yet reminiscent of such. Strange weather is happening behind them, we hear the cittern, see the moon and a storm - the diamond rain Falls on us all.

The doors are flung wide, dimension travel,
dragons and giant space worms offer their backs to riders.
We see the landscape we have travelled lighting up along the leylines where we have made songlines.

Pok then throws down the gauntlet to minds willing to go on from here. A Pook is made here, the 'peace palace/gay marquee'...(just like at a festival) a pledge for himself and a call out for others, a call that itself is an inner or outer temple formed from these declarations. All it is made of here, is words and games. A dodman is an old word for a snail. The snail's eye stalks are like the geomancer's two rods, hence the ley energy moving through the stones.... Trumpets herald a fanfare and smash our preconceptions like the sea crashing against the rocks and cliffs, and we are transported into the next location, a fully far gone zone -maybe also temporally connected to the Goatstone Rounds. Like the barbury ring crop circle, the wisdom of Buddha speaking though tales from antiquity, Egypt and the stars. Like concentric rings floatings in space with crop circles and other geometric images, the pentacle and petals if you will. It is the cosmic node of knowing , the seat of lion kings, the initiatory self dissolver that sends you to your zodiac mother
and gives you your next real name.

Finally Pok bows to his listeners, telling them of the efficacious nature of what he has described and constructed with words that are his only flesh, and he is dematerialising.

Pok asks who will take up this cause, to work with the devic forces, to make a fabric out of nothing, to wield this, which is what one does with a weapon. To go out in the world and take to the field with these love magics we have found here.....

Saturday, 5 May 2012

After a brief outline of her scientific outlook into the pineal gland and its psi capabilities, Serena Roney-Dougal who has a PhD in Parapsychology (the exploration of psychic phenomena; telepathy, clairvoyance and psychokinesis etc) , demonstrates her parameters in this book to be of intuition rather than slavish adherence to facts alone, that ''Seeing the Other-world is dependent on being able to see with one's mind's eye...not bound by the senses, but sensitive to vision, to dream...''. In this sense the book was a delight because Serena fears not to tread where others pause to proselytize about the different names given or inflections of pronunciation applied for example to the widespread existence of goddess or horned gods in ancient cultures and thus appear to refute their self evident similarities of spiritual identity.
I found her method at times to be both entertaining and pushing at the bounds of credibility, her employment of extended conjectures, stepping lithely from one circumstance to extrapolate that this means another thing and was likely therefore to support her thesis that a third or further outcome was probable. But as noted, this work follows paths of intuition rather than a rigorous fact based liturgy and as such her method is redolent of her subject, the paranormal worlds of Fae and elven enchantment do indeed push at the bounds of a possibly humdrum credibility. If you are not open to the limitless range of possibilities in a remarkable universe, then you might never see them after all - and if you do by some chance you will rationalize them out of all meaningfulness...

Whilst Serena is a qualified researcher in parapsychology and does by the way provide relevant references in the extensive index of her book, she also succinctly and simply portrays an enlightening insight into how the myths and legends of yore present an insight into other levels and realms of existence coexisting with our own reality. The book goes on to provide many inspiring accounts of how the same Fae and elven energies of earth and beyond are now resurgent in more modern myths and experiences of fairy and elven visitations, ghostly presences and Ufo abductions.
I particularly liked this quote that she included which describes a 'place' outside of physical space 'Faeryland exists as a super-normal state of consciousness into which people may enter in dreams, trance, ecstatic condition or for an indefinite period at death...it can have no other limits than that of the universe itself' (Lady Gregory 1979).
Incorporating her accounts of the latest views of quantum science, which identifies that our own cognition is a causative effect influencing the outcome of physical events, with the earlier magickal traditions which by various means sought to interact and cooperate with these energies at an elemental level and beyond, drawing on her scientific work with the pineal gland sometimes called the third eye, and the body's natural cycles and other possible brain states that make us receptive to signals and vibrations of unseen or parallel worlds, Serena provides some scientific validation of the basis for these psychic phenomena and much food for thought.

In my opinion Serena successfully portrays the result that the many ancient mythological and modern accounts as well as the scientifically studied psychic phenomena do demonstrate when considered together, that each of us is potentially aware at some level of the natural magic and interconnectedness of ourselves with the earth and infinite universe. ''I feel the faery faith today to be a resurgence in animism, a love of the earth, of nature, aware of spirit immanent in all matter, aware that my body is the temple of my soul, that I am spirit made manifest, that everything I do reverberates throughout the whole universe, that I am a part of the whole and contain the whole within me.... (&) the deities are understood in their abstract mythical form...''
Clearly and coherently joining the spiritual, metaphysical and psychological dots with their manifestations in the physical realms, presenting the faery faith as an awareness of and cooperation with the subliminal and super natural forces of which we are also made and that are virulent in nature and across the universe,

I recommend this accessible book to everyone who has ever wondered, and who is able to follow Fae reasoning as it skips into the new vistas of the para-normal.